A soft rain begins to fall.

Beyond the plinks and plunks of water hitting man-made things I can hear the whole range of rain sounds. Raindrops landing directly on the ground are the low notes; when they touch big stumps the notes are a bit higher. Rain on leaves is higher still, and the plip of water hitting stones is even farther up the scale. Dry earth receiving rain sings higher than moist earth. I close my eyes and revel in the music.